She rocked back and forth slowly, working her way down to the very root of me. I could feel her wetness flooding out, slicking against the wiry hair a...t the base of my shaft. My hands climbed her from her hips to her breasts, worshipping her.“Mmmm...” Yael shook her hair out and began to ride me in earnest, canting her hips forward on every downthrust. I watched her stomach tightening, the line of her abs standing out. “Can you – “ I spanned one hand across her lower stomach, fingers still. “Oh, fuck!” she said.I just kept lying there, smiling up at her. Part of me couldn’t believe what was happening. Had she ever been fucked by a decent sized cock before? She reached down and grabbed my cock again, putting it back in her pussy. We were both soaked, the wet spot under my ass was huge. She got my cock back in her to about where it was before, it seemed a little easier for her this time. Halfway down, she started getting tighter around my dick again.She finally got all of my cock in. I am fairly large myself but this animal had me beat half again. It looked as fat as a soda can and was probably ten or eleven inches long. Way back when we had first married Lisa had confessed to me that her old boyfriend, Brian, had a very large cock. She had never screwed him but she said that she had often jacked him off and even sucked, what she could, of it. "Is this how big Brian was?" "No it's larger...I mean the dog's cock is larger" she said. "Looks like he wants something. The old guy I first worked with went back to the early forties and he'd known Benjamin ("Bugsy") Siegel. He hated the nickname "Bugsy," went to concerts and plays, laughed at Robert Benchley and Dorothy Parker and saw larceny as a game. He was still a guy who did illegal things, but his word could be trusted most of the time, and most of his crimes were relatively victimless. If you get taken at a crooked card game, not too many people lose sleep over it, nor should they. Ben used to say, "We.